I know many strong women who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go out and get it. I don’t write about timid women who meekly accept what li...e deals out, but rather ‘damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.’ This story is definitely that category. Incest, but very unconventional to what most people probably expect. I actually wrote Part 1 of East Meets West nearly two years ago. And kept feeling something was missing. I don’t know how the creative process works for others, but for me I get a. All this secrecy—I’m wondering if he’s really the man I thought he was.”“He still loves you--right?”“I think so but I’m beginning to wonder. I’m afraid of Ygor, that assistant of his. I don’t trust him. I’ve told Victor about the way he looks at me but he just scoffs at me. I’ve asked Victor to get rid of him but he refuses. He says Ygor’s invaluable to his experiments. How that little creep can be invaluable for anything is beyond me, but it’s obvious that whatever he’s working on is more. Then I’ll go down to a bar and get my first man. He’ll either be the first one who tries to pick me up, or the meanest looking one I can get. Given a choice, I’d go for rough and mean any day. I don’t want a gentleman, I want the guy who’s going to take me out of that bar, fuck me in the nearest dirty alley, shove me down on my knees in a garbage-strewn floor, pound his cock down my throat and tear my ass up and cum on my face.He isn’t going to ask, he’s going to take. I’ll never say no and. When Joe realized that this was all planned, he went with it and Kim gave him and amazing shoe and foot job. She knew exactly how to excite his senses as well as his dick. I was a bit jealous because Joe had not gotten that big or gotten off that intense for me- or any other woman- for a very long time.Kim stood up and her dress was just a small band around her waist. Her breasts were small and perky and her legs complemented by her spikey heels. She asked me where my bedroom was. Kim had.